Ancestor Mingyuan's words made several people's hearts beat wildly, and they didn't even dare to express their anger.
The ancestor was right, he is the final decision maker on this matter. Even if all of them gave the same answer, as long as the ancestor vetoed it, their decision would be turned into nothingness.
"Actually, what you said is good!" Behind the screen, the figure of the ancestor Mingyuan stood up, "Since the establishment of the Yuhu Sect, it can be said that it has gone through a lot of hardships! The reason why we can remain standing is naturally related to our own strength. It’s inescapable!”
Hearing this, the expression of the East Peak Master suddenly became more relaxed. But the next sentence made his expression serious again.
"But, is strength alone really enough?" Ancestor Mingyuan continued, "Strength is just an illusory thing. It will reach its peak as flesh and blood grows stronger, and then gradually wear away with age... Strong strength When the time comes, there will naturally be people who are willing to serve you as their master, but if one day your strength is no longer there, what will be the result?"
"A relationship maintained by strength alone is not strong. It is like a bundle of branches that you squeeze tightly. Although it seems tight on the surface, as soon as you loosen your hands, they will fall apart..."
"So that boy is right. Our Yuhu Sect values strength too much, but neglects to maintain the relationship between people... If a crisis comes one day and the Yuhu Sect's strength suffers a heavy blow, I am afraid that these people will no longer be able to retain them. ah…"
Hearing this, the four of them were silent for a while. Of course they understood the metaphor of ancestor Mingyuan. If they wanted to sum it up in a simple sentence, it would be like a tree falling down and the hozen scattering.
Although the current Ancestor Mingyuan cannot manage the affairs of the sect, no one dares to offend him because of the existence of the four peak masters! However, if one day something happens to the four peak masters, the Yuhu Sect will probably become a ball of scattered sand and will no longer be able to form a mountain and stand tall.
"But... as long as we can tie them up with ropes, they will be inseparable!" Ancestor Mingyuan continued, "When they stand up, they can form a mountain forest to isolate the wind and sand, and even if they fall down, they can use their bodies to block the torrent!"
"What we lack now is this rope, and this rope is the human affection that maintains the relationship!"
"Although people with extraordinary talents are rare, the Yuhu Sect today needs disciples with pure minds like Lu Chun even more! So in my heart, Lu Chun is my first choice!" Ancestor Mingyuan said solemnly, "But I Seeing that he insists on letting Yunlang stay, I think the two must be closely related... I will give him a face and let the two of them stay together!"
"Thank you, ancestor! Thank you, ancestor!" The masters of the east and west peaks both looked happy and thanked them repeatedly. Although the master of Beifeng was unwilling to give in, now that the ancestor had made a decision, he really did not dare to refute it.
"But the maintenance of the relationship cannot be completed overnight. The future of the Yuhu Sect can only be realized by him..." Ancestor Mingyuan stood with his hands behind his hands and said lightly, but there was a hint of disappointment in his voice, and there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness. .
"Him?" The four of them all had their own thoughts when they heard this, and they really couldn't guess what their ancestor was thinking.
"Huh..." A gust of cold wind blew by, and the candlelight on the opposite side of the screen flickered for a few times before dimming, and then the screen closed up on its own with a clatter.
A few people looked up and saw that the opposite side of the screen was already empty. Not to mention people, even the long table was gone.
However, these people seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and there was not much surprise in their eyes. However, the master of Xifeng suddenly exclaimed and hurriedly chased after Lu Chun in the direction he left...
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"As expected of Senior Brother Yunlang, he can actually use the Wind Technique to such an extent!"
After a gust of wind swept across, there was a cry of surprise.
"Nonsense! Senior Brother Yunlang is the best among his disciples at the same time! He is the most powerful being!" Someone next to him echoed.
"I heard that Senior Brother Yunlang has a friend in Xifeng. That person seems to be some kind of number one..." A disciple who had just started was unable to help but asked the person who had just agreed.
The latter was stunned when he heard this, and then burst into laughter: "What do you think of Xifeng Lu Chun? He is good at being number one, but he is number one from the bottom! Hahaha..."
"Ah?" This disciple didn't hear it carefully and blushed when he heard this: "So that's it..."
"It's no wonder you don't know, the things involved are very complicated!" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the man next to him lowered his voice and muttered in a low voice: "This Lu Chun's strength is low, and he was almost beaten at the beginning. Expelled from the Yuhu Sect! If Senior Brother Yunlang hadn't interceded on his behalf, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to work as a handyman..."
"Ahem..." Before the man could finish speaking, the new disciple coughed rapidly, and then winked at him frequently.
The former turned around and saw a Xifeng disciple hurrying towards their direction. He curled his lips and said, "What are you really talking about? Why did Lu Chun find himself here again?"
"Yun Lang! Yun Lang!" Lu Chun's sharp eyes caught sight of Yun Lang's figure among the surrounding people, and then he started shouting.
Yun Lang had just been demonstrating the exercises for other disciples. Hearing this voice, he frowned slightly and hurriedly dismissed the surrounding disciples and leaned towards the visitor.
"Lu Chun, why are you here?"
"Anyway, I don't have anything to do over at Xifeng. It's too early for me to go back to my room and it's inappropriate, so I just came here for a stroll!" Lu Chun shrugged, looking helpless.
Xifeng practiced the Fire Technique, but Lu Chun was good at the Earth Technique. Because the master of Xifeng has a petty personality and doesn't want his precious disciple to be discovered, he never lets Lu Chun use the Unearthing Technique and hides this secret.
Therefore, during normal cultivation, Lu Chun basically had nothing to do, so he often found a quiet place to recuperate his body and mind. This behavior seemed to outsiders that he was dull and unwilling to make progress...
"Lu Chun, I'm not telling you...you have been joining the Yuhu Sect for a long time, why can't you strive for success?" Yun Lang became angry when he saw Lu Chun's indifferent expression, and shouted sternly .
"Yunlang, I'm not here to listen to your lectures!" Lu Chun resisted his impulse and did not reveal his secret, and said displeasedly with a blushing face.
Yun Lang also noticed that he was a little agitated. He quickly took a deep breath and asked, "Tell me, why did you come to me this time?"
"This...actually it's not a big deal..." Lu Chun became very shy. He pulled Yunlang far away, and then took out a package from his arms. "I just want to ask brother Yunlang for a small favor. Pass the things to junior sister..."
"Junior sister...you mean Shi Xuewen?" Yun Lang took a look at the package in Lu Chun's hand. He saw that the inner and outer layers were wrapped tightly. It was difficult to tell what was wrapped inside, but there was a hint of faintness in it. The aroma makes people feel relaxed and happy.
"You are so free now, why don't you give it to her yourself?" Yun Lang frowned and asked in confusion.
Lu Chun scratched his head in embarrassment when he heard this: "I originally had this plan, but the West Peak Master and the South Peak Master have recently had a quarrel. I was kicked out before I could get close to the South Peak... This is what I had to do. Asking you for help is not..."
Yun Lang was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then took the package: "It's not difficult to hand it to her, but I can't guarantee whether she will accept it..."
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Lu Chun also looked happy when he saw Yun Lang agreeing, and ran away humming a ditty before Yun Lang finished speaking.
Yunlang looked around, and when he saw no one around, his expression instantly turned cold. He directly threw the package in his hand on the ground and returned in the direction of the Dongfeng disciples...
"Senior brother...Senior brother Yunlang..."
The disciple's call pulled Yunlang out of his thoughts. The latter looked up and then said calmly: "It's getting late, you guys go back..."
"But senior brother, didn't you just say that you wanted to teach us the exercises?" A disciple interjected.
After hearing this, Yun Lang remembered that this was indeed the case, but now that he had spoken, he no longer meant to give advice: "There is no rush to give advice. You have practiced too hard today, so you should go back and recuperate... "
"Thank you, senior brother! Let's take our leave now!" This group of disciples rarely had free time. Now that Yun Lang had let him go, they were naturally very happy and dispersed in groups of three or two.
Seeing that all the disciples had left, Yun Lang turned around, picked up the package thrown on the ground, and walked towards the south peak.
Perhaps it was because of the special skill of Nanfeng itself that Yunlang was not used to it and had to wrap his clothes tighter. He searched along the direction he had found out, but suddenly he heard intermittent crying coming from the forest in the distance.
The atmosphere at Nanfeng was already slightly gloomy, but now the sudden addition of this atmosphere made Yun Lang shudder even more, and he couldn't help but retreat in his heart.
"I'll walk another fifty steps! No, no, no... thirty steps... ten steps! Just ten steps! If you haven't found anything yet, turn around and go back!" Yun Lang saw that the sunlight in front of him had reached the end, and he just kept going forward. There was a shadow, and I muttered a few words in my heart, and counted down in my mouth.
"Ten...nine...eight..." The intervals between his thoughts became shorter and shorter, and the pace of his feet quickened. The numbers in the middle almost reached the end before they were disconnected, "Three two...one! Okay!" go back!"
After walking ten steps in the blink of an eye, Yun Lang felt relieved and was about to run away, but as soon as he turned around, he heard a faint voice in the forest.
"Who... who's there?"
The sound came suddenly, instantly making the hair on Yun Lang's body stand on end and his body stiffening. He calmed down and looked toward where the sound came from, only to see a figure in white floating in his direction from the shadows.
Because the sun was shining directly on his head at this time, Yunlang directly looked into the pair of red eyes of the visitor. He was so frightened that his legs became weak and he fell to the ground with a plop...
"Ghost! There is a ghost!"
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